I'm a receipt for a dollar can of pop
A ticket stub, or cigarette bu*t
Something someone throws away
You're the chorus to my favorite song
The flashing lights and siren alarms
Something something someone would listen to
No one ever listens to me
You're an open door or a lightswitch
And sometimes, I know, that I'm a real b**h
Someone you wouldn't want to talk to
I'm the seam at the side of your shirt
A misplaced comma or mild sunburn
Something no one pays attention to
Everyone knows who you are
You're the string of a red balloon
Something someone would hold on to
You're the string of a red balloon
So I'm gonna hold on
To you